H/C Drabble Challenge
Exactly 100 words.
“Commodore!”
“Sparrow?” His gaze focused. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s Tortuga. What are you doin’ here?”
“I’m…on holiday. Fishing.”
“Fishin’? Soaked, more like! How much’ve you had tonight?”
“I fail to see how that is any business of yours.”
“Drownin’ your sorrows?”
“I’ve no idea what you mean.”
“Wedding’s next week, innit?”
Norrington slowly sagged. “I suppose you’ll say she’s not worth it.
Jack considered this. “No,” he said, finally. “I wouldn’t say that. Not at all.” He sat and waved down the barmaid. “Another bottle of your best, love. Me mate and I, we’ve a wedding to toast.”
“Commodore!”
“Sparrow?” His gaze focused. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s Tortuga. What are you doin’ here?”
“I’m…on holiday. Fishing.”
“Fishin’? Soaked, more like! How much’ve you had tonight?”
“I fail to see how that is any business of yours.”
“Drownin’ your sorrows?”
“I’ve no idea what you mean.”
“Wedding’s next week, innit?”
Norrington slowly sagged. “I suppose you’ll say she’s not worth it.
Jack considered this. “No,” he said, finally. “I wouldn’t say that. Not at all.” He sat and waved down the barmaid. “Another bottle of your best, love. Me mate and I, we’ve a wedding to toast.”